Sophia Harris
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Flynn raked a hand through his hair, ripping through any tangles in his brown curls. Not a wince. Without glancing at his fingers, he let the proof of his inner panic disappear on the cobblestones. He casually strolled down the street to get back to poshtown, his face the picture of routine boredom. Inside, the cracks he fastidiously kept together for weeks were coming apart. He wanted to scream curses to the sky and slap himself. All his levels in Controlled Appearance seemed hardly worth anything. An…-
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Kai sneaked a glance at the boy walking beside him, Flynn was being unusually quiet. Noticing him looking, Flynn flashed a smile at him. “Do I have something on my face, or are you just admiring my handsomeness? No need to be ashamed, it happens to a lot of people.” “I was just thinking whether it would be more satisfying to punch your left side or the right,” Kai said with a wondering tone like he was choosing whether to buy a coconut or papaya for breakfast. “What do you think?” Flynn put…
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“My connections inside the council have been quite tight-lipped, so I don't have the full picture of the investigation.” Reishi was uncharacteristically serious, not the hint of a smile on his pale blue features. “Despite their official response, the Republic isn’t going to forget, they won’t be satisfied until they find someone to punish. They know someone else was involved in the raid, and they’ve sent resources and personnel from Higharbor to get to the bottom of it. From what I heard, the…
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“Something’s wrong?” Moui asked, his stern visage looked down at him. The man was too perceptive. “I’m just tired,” Kai gave a weak smile and continued to walk. He let his gaze wander over the fields like a bored child, careful not to watch any person for too long. Inspect quickly spotted an unusual pattern. Two more people a little farther away caught his attention, an old woman and a teen girl. Kai couldn’t say what it was, the way they sat or stood or their posture, but their interest in…
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“Why? What are you planning?” Moui peered down at him with a stubborn frown. “So, that’s a yes,” Kai grinned. “I knew I could count on you, Uncle. Come on, let’s go, you need to show me your wonderful skills.” Not waiting for a response, Kai strolled into the Veeryd jungle humming a happy tune. With a heavy sigh, a second set of steps followed behind. His smile grew larger. “Do you know a quiet place where you can show me your skills?” “Follow me,” Moui grumbled and marched off…
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High on the benefits of his new profession, Kai was in high spirits, almost floating. Mana Child was everything he had hoped and more. From its It would help him train longer His tiny mana pool had been the bane of his existence. It had slowly improved as he had grown up and upgraded his race, but it was still limited. He had often wondered how mages didn’t run out of mana. Probably not every profession and certainly not at Red, maybe at Orange. It was frustrating that any information about the…
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The Guide didn’t give him any time to prepare. As Kai made his decision, the glowing mana veins throughout his body began to flow faster. The sparse ambient essence inside the bedroom streamed into his body on its own. Kai observed the whole phenomenon in wonder. No book had described the process in detail. Somehow he had thought the Guide would just ‘poof’ his profession and make it appear like it did with skills. A foreign presence was guiding his own mana, a myriad of colorful motes whirled…
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The midday sun made sea crests sparkle like diamonds. Kai lost track of how far they walked. The sandy beach had morphed into a rocky cliff. Sylspring was barely visible, a hint of the wall and a few buildings peeking in the distance over the palm trees. It was just them for miles. Flynn peered at him with a curious glint in his green eyes. Kai had been too swept up in his profession choice and let slip more than he intended. Flynn had helped him escape from the rebels though he was also responsible for…
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Flynn cleared his throat to announce his presence before approaching the desk. “I’ve finished to copy and organize last year's reports on fishermen's accidents, sir.” The officer jolted awake opening his eyes wide and sitting up straighter. He was old, as old as people got in the archipelago, and close to retirement. He proudly sported the soaring hawk crest on his chest. His gray uniform was pristine like his trimmed beard streaked with white. The senior clerk’s eyes darted to the paper in his…
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The smell of blood wafted over her, Valela stood on the elevated platform, unblinking. Down below, the judge read the list of crimes of the next convict in a loud, cold voice. Pirating, pillaging, murder, and two dozen minor offenses. The sentence was always the same: death. For once Val had no objection to the justice of the Republic. Public executions weren’t common, no more than once or twice a year, but she had seen her fair share. Her presence was meant to be a bridge between the Republic and the…
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